7. Footprints that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er Life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

8. Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fute;
Still achieving, still pursuing,

Learn to labour and to wait.-Longfellow.

SUMMARY.-Tell me not that life is a dream. Life is real and earnest, not ending with the grave, but with the world beyond. It is our duty so to act each day that we shall be growing better and better. Neither enjoyment nor sorrow is our only portion. In the great world of life we should not move like driven cattle, but bear ourselves as heroes in the day of battle. The lives of all great men are full of lessons for our imitation. They remind us that we can lead noble lives, and leave a mark behind us. The good works which we accomplish may encourage others in the future. We should strive, therefore, in the present to excel, fearing nothing, but learning to labour and to wait.

A-chieving, doing, acting.

Biv-ou-ac, watch during night.
Des-tined, intended.

For-lorn', forsaken.

Goal, the end of the race-course.

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The soul is dead--Spiritually inactive.

Dust thou art, etc.-Referring to the death of the body and its
decay in the grave.
Gen. iii. 19.
Great men-Sir Isaac Newton, Sir W. Scott, Earl of Chatham,
Dr. Chalmers, Duke of Wellington, Dr. Livingstone, etc.

Why is life not an empty dream? What should be our chief thought each day? What is meant by the "bivouac of life?" How should

Main, course, ocean.
Mourn-ful, sorrowful.
Muf-fled, covered up.
Sol-emn, serious, grave.
Sub-lime', grand, noble.


we behave in the battle of life? What lessons are given to us by the lives of great men? What should we learn to do?

EXERCISES.-1. Parse and analyse-We can leave behind us footprints on the sands of time.

2. Adverbs are formed by adding ly, wise, which mean "like" or "in that way;" as, bravely, in a brave way; honestly, like an honest man; otherwise, in another way. Give the exact meaning of the following words--rapidly, skilfully, carelessly, likewise.



(pr. lef-ten'-ant)












[JAMES FENIMORE COOPER (b. 1789, d. 1851). This celebrated American novelist was born in Burlington, N. J. His father removed to the state of New York about 1790, and founded Cooperstown, on Otsego Lake. He studied three years at Yale, and then entered the navy as a common sailor. He became a midshipman in 1806, and was afterwards promoted to the rank of lieutenant; but he left the service in 1811. His first novel, "Precaution," was published in 1819; his best work, "The Spy,' a tale of the Revolutionary War, in 1821. The success of "The Spy" was almost unprecedented, and its author at once took rank among the most popular writers of the day. "The Pilot" and "The Red Rover" are considered his best sea novels. "The Pioneers," "The Last of the Mohicans," "The Prairie," "The Pathfinder," and "The Deerslayer," are among the best of his tales of frontier life. "The creations of his genius," says Bryant, "shall survive through centuries to come, and only perish with our language." The following selection is from "The Pilot."]

1. The ship which the American frigate had now to oppose, was a vessel of near her own size and equipage; and when Griffith looked at her again, he perceived that she had made her preparations to assert her equality in manful fight.

2. Her sails had been gradually reduced to the usual quantity, and, by certain movements on her decks, the lieutenant and his constant attendant, the Pilot, well understood that she only wanted to lessen the distance a few hundred yards to begin the action.

"Now spread every thing," whispered the stranger. 3. Griffith applied the trumpet to his mouth, and shouted, in a voice that was carried even to his enemy, "Let fall-out with your booms-sheet home-hoist away of every thing!"

4. The inspiring cry was answered by a universal

bustle. Fifty men flew out on the dizzy heights of the different spars, while broad sheets of canvas rose as suddenly along the masts, as if some mighty bird were spreading its wings. The Englishman instantly perceived his mistake, and he answered the artifice by a roar of artillery. Griffith watched the effects of the broadside with an absorbing interest as the shot whistled above his head; but when he perceived his masts untouched, and the few unimportant ropes only that were cut, he replied to the uproar with a burst of pleasure.

5. A few men were, however, seen clinging with wild frenzy to the cordage, dropping from rope to rope, like wounded birds fluttering through a tree, until they fell heavily into the ocean, the sullen ship sweeping by them in a cold indifference. At the next instant, the spars and masts of their enemy exhibited a display of men similar to their own, when Griffith again placed the trumpet to his mouth, and shouted aloud, "Give it to them; drive them from their yards, boys; scatter them with your grape; unreeve their rigging!"

6. The crew of the American wanted but little encouragement to enter on this experiment with hearty good will, and the close of his cheering words was uttered amid the deafening roar of his own cannon. The Pilot had, however, mistaken the skill and readiness of their foe; for, notwithstanding the disadvantageous circumstances under which the Englishman increased his sail, the duty was steadily and dexterously performed.

7. The two ships were now running rapidly on parallel lines, hurling at each other their instruments of destruction with furious industry, and with severe and certain loss to both, though with no manifest advantage in favour of either. Both Griffith and the Pilot witnessed, with

deep concern, this unexpected defeat of their hopes; for they could not conceal from themselves that each moment lessened their velocity through the water, as the shot of the enemy stripped the canvas from the yards, or dashed aside the lighter spars in their terrible progress.

8. "We find our equal here," said Griffith to the stranger. "The ninety is heaving up again like a mountain; and if we continue to shorten sail at this rate, she will soon be down upon us!"


"You say true, sir," returned the Pilot, musing, "the man shows judgment as well as spirit; but"

9. He was interrupted by Merry, who rushed from the forward part of the vessel, his whole face betokening the eagerness of his spirit and the importance of his intelligence.

"The breakers!" he cried, when nigh enough to be heard amid the din; "we are running dead on a ripple, and the sea is white not two hundred yards ahead.”

10. The Pilot jumped on a gun, and, bending to catch a glimpse through the smoke, he shouted, in those clear, piercing tones, that could be even heard among the roaring of the cannon,

"Port, port your helm! we are on the Devil's Grip! Pass up the trumpet, sir; port your helm, fellow; give it to them, boys-give it to the proud English dogs!"

11. Griffith unhesitatingly relinquished the symbol of his rank, fastening his own firm look on the calm but quick eye of the Pilot, and gathering assurance from the high confidence he read in the countenance of the stranger. The seamen were too busy with their cannon and the rigging to regard the new danger; and the frigate entered one of the dangerous passes of the shoals, in the heat of a severely contested battle.

12. The wondering looks of a few of the older sailors glanced at the sheets of foam that flew by them, in doubt whether the wild gambols of the waves were occasioned by the shot of the enemy, when suddenly the noise of cannon was succeeded by the sullen wash of the disturbed element, and presently the vessel glided out of her smoky shroud, and was boldly steering in the centre of the narrow passages.

13. For ten breathless minutes longer the Pilot continued to hold an uninterrupted sway, during which the vessel ran swiftly by ripples and breakers, by streaks of foam and darker passages of deep water, when he threw down his trumpet and exclaimed

"What threatened to be our destruction has proved our salvation. Keep yonder hill crowned with wood one point open from the church tower at its base, and steer east and by north. You will run through these shoals on that course in an hour, and by so doing you will gain five leagues of your enemy, who will have to double their trail."

14. Every officer in the ship, after the breathless suspense of uncertainty had passed, rushed to those places where a view might be taken of their enemies. The ninety was still steering boldy onward, and had already approached the two-and-thirty, which lay a helpless wreck, rolling on the unruly seas that were rudely tossing her on their wanton billows. The frigate last engaged was running along the edge of the ripple, with her torn sails flying loosely in the air, her ragged spars tottering in the breeze, and everything above her hull exhibiting the confusion of a sudden and unlooked-for check to her progress.

15. The exulting taunts and mirthful congratulations

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